The Arranged Marriage
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The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Tue Dec 20, 2022 4:24 am
Being the child of wealthy parents is not without its troubles, you are expected to do everything in a gentlemanly or ladylike manner among other things, and this was the position in which I found myself. It was a position that I did not fancy one bit but I had to go through with it for the sake of my inheritance. My father Tobias was a strict disciplinarian who ran our house with an iron fist, whereas my mother Elizabeth was an absolute sweetheart, she was always so amiable with people and it drove my father furious, he was always so attention seeking, something which frequently angered my mother, she felt as if he kept her on a leash like a dog. He never let her do anything outside of his jurisdiction, he always had to know where she was and what she was doing at all times. I could see in my mother's eyes that she was unhappy with her marriage but she was too terrified of my father to even think of divorcing him. She was the wealthy one, he had come from a family of wannabe snobs who thought the earth ran around them. I was christened Chloé after my maternal grandmother who died shortly after I was born, and from what my mother told me, she was the salt of the earth and always got on with everyone. Many people said to me that I was the spitting image of her which I was always happy to hear, even though I never really remembered her, it was always nice of people to tell me about her.
On the morning that my story begins, I was sitting on my bed reading a book when my father stormed into the room without so much as a knock on the door. "Knock much?" After hearing me say this, he glared at me with disgust, "don't you dare give me sass young lady! You are to get changed and be downstairs in exactly five minutes for dinner, we are having some important guests and I expect you to be properly dressed. I will not tolerate tardiness or cheek from you. Now, do as I say." I watched him storm out of the room again, he was clearly livid. Overhearing everything, my mum knocked on the door, "Chloe, sweetheart, can I come in?"
"Sure Mom." I watched as she walked into the room holding a navy blue trouser suit and a light blue striped tie in her hands. "A suit and tie?' I thought to myself, I had never worn one before which made me slightly uncomfortable in that I was dressing like a man. My mum was as uncomfortable as I was, but she knew she had to go through with it so she did not further raise my father's ire. Reluctantly I took the suit from her and placed it on my bed. I watched her walk miserably out of the room, the poor woman was crushed. Picking up the shirt, I took off my t-shirt making sure to fold it. Buttoning the shirt, I closed my top button knowing that if I didn't my father would find something else to lecture me about. Next came the slacks, they felt rather comfortable around my waist and I completed them with a leather belt making sure that it wasn't too tight. When I had finished that, I picked up my tie placing it around my neck. I was not proficient in tying a tie knot so I just did a basic one knowing that my father would do it properly in front of everyone to cause me major embarrassment. I made sure that it was nice and snug against my collar. It felt weird to me wearing a suit and tie because the only time I had ever worn a tie was with my school uniform which was seven years ago. I applied a little bit of makeup but nothing too much or else my father would give me another lecture on how to look more ladylike. I was surprised that I even looked ladylike in this suit and tie. Taking my blazer off the hanger, I put it on, looking one last time at myself in this silly suit and tie. I was completely embarrassed by how I looked, I would have preferred to wear one of the many dresses that I owned, but it seemed that my father had decided that I was wearing a suit and tie. Walking into my room, he exclaimed, "are you still getting changed Chloe? How long does it take you? Don't even think of giving me any lip because I am not in the mood for it." Loosening my tie, he then took the two ends in his hands. The light blue tie's colour reflected in the light, but my temporary relief at not wearing a tie quickly evaporated when my father tightly pushed my tie up to my collar, almost suffocating me. "That, you little brat, is called a double Windsor knot. Now, get downstairs this instant, our guests have arrived."
Making my way down the stairs, I met my fiancé Simon, a guy who I strongly detested, but my father thought of him like a son. Linking arms with me, Simon exclaimed, "you look fabulous my darling." Hearing this, I nearly wanted to puke, he was pathetic and shallow, but I had to play along to satisfy my father's selfish desires. I was stuck, I had to wear a silly suit and tie, plus I was forced to spend the dinner with my tyrannical father and the boy that he claimed was the one to marry me.
On the morning that my story begins, I was sitting on my bed reading a book when my father stormed into the room without so much as a knock on the door. "Knock much?" After hearing me say this, he glared at me with disgust, "don't you dare give me sass young lady! You are to get changed and be downstairs in exactly five minutes for dinner, we are having some important guests and I expect you to be properly dressed. I will not tolerate tardiness or cheek from you. Now, do as I say." I watched him storm out of the room again, he was clearly livid. Overhearing everything, my mum knocked on the door, "Chloe, sweetheart, can I come in?"
"Sure Mom." I watched as she walked into the room holding a navy blue trouser suit and a light blue striped tie in her hands. "A suit and tie?' I thought to myself, I had never worn one before which made me slightly uncomfortable in that I was dressing like a man. My mum was as uncomfortable as I was, but she knew she had to go through with it so she did not further raise my father's ire. Reluctantly I took the suit from her and placed it on my bed. I watched her walk miserably out of the room, the poor woman was crushed. Picking up the shirt, I took off my t-shirt making sure to fold it. Buttoning the shirt, I closed my top button knowing that if I didn't my father would find something else to lecture me about. Next came the slacks, they felt rather comfortable around my waist and I completed them with a leather belt making sure that it wasn't too tight. When I had finished that, I picked up my tie placing it around my neck. I was not proficient in tying a tie knot so I just did a basic one knowing that my father would do it properly in front of everyone to cause me major embarrassment. I made sure that it was nice and snug against my collar. It felt weird to me wearing a suit and tie because the only time I had ever worn a tie was with my school uniform which was seven years ago. I applied a little bit of makeup but nothing too much or else my father would give me another lecture on how to look more ladylike. I was surprised that I even looked ladylike in this suit and tie. Taking my blazer off the hanger, I put it on, looking one last time at myself in this silly suit and tie. I was completely embarrassed by how I looked, I would have preferred to wear one of the many dresses that I owned, but it seemed that my father had decided that I was wearing a suit and tie. Walking into my room, he exclaimed, "are you still getting changed Chloe? How long does it take you? Don't even think of giving me any lip because I am not in the mood for it." Loosening my tie, he then took the two ends in his hands. The light blue tie's colour reflected in the light, but my temporary relief at not wearing a tie quickly evaporated when my father tightly pushed my tie up to my collar, almost suffocating me. "That, you little brat, is called a double Windsor knot. Now, get downstairs this instant, our guests have arrived."
Making my way down the stairs, I met my fiancé Simon, a guy who I strongly detested, but my father thought of him like a son. Linking arms with me, Simon exclaimed, "you look fabulous my darling." Hearing this, I nearly wanted to puke, he was pathetic and shallow, but I had to play along to satisfy my father's selfish desires. I was stuck, I had to wear a silly suit and tie, plus I was forced to spend the dinner with my tyrannical father and the boy that he claimed was the one to marry me.
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Sun Dec 25, 2022 10:59 am
Sitting down at the table, I sighed silently, this dinner was going to be an absolute nightmare, I was stuck sitting next to a guy who I thought was the biggest pain in the ass that I ever knew, and the family tyrant took his place at the head of the table. My mum was the only one who cared about me which was very noble of her, and it gave me the warm feeling that she had my back and I had hers. The worst thing of all was that I was wearing a suit and tie, something that I never associated with as a girl, I had heard of ladies trouser suits, but not with a tie. It felt quite tight around my collar, and I could feel the air almost being drained out of me with each passing second, I thought I was going to suffocate at at one point. If I could sum up my current thoughts, it would be living hell. I detested that my father had arranged for me to marry Simon without asking my permission or my opinion. He believed that he was the one who was in control of my future, not me. Simon then went to take my hand, I moved mine back without any hesitation, I did not want to hold his. He looked at me with a slight glare in his eyes but did not want to escalate the situation further.
At that moment our butler Lukas announced, "dinner is served." I watched as the caterers that my father had hired for the evening walk in with trays of food in their hands, despite the sticky situation I was in, the aroma of the food was amazing. I went to loosen my tie a little, but my father shook his head and mouthed at me to stop and leave it alone. Once again Simon went to take my hand, and when I rejected him once again, he grabbed me aggressively and marched me out of the room, he was clearly irate at me. "Chloé, what is wrong with you? Twice I have tried to hold your hands but you keep backing them away from me. I am really getting fed up with it, so let me make something perfectly clear. The day we get married is the day where your future is solely in my hands. You are the only one who is objecting to our relationship and frankly it's getting rather tiresome. Now, let's straighten your tie and return to the table." I was slightly embarrassed watching as he straightened my tie, tenderly adjusting it to his liking. I could not believe the predicament I was in, but I knew I now had to play along to impress my father. One of the caterers who my father had hired was my old school rival Emily which added to my dismay. Emily was wearing a black tuxedo with tails and white gloves, a look that I thought was rather embarrassing for a girl, but then I realised I was being quite hypocritical in that I was also dressed in menswear. She also had a pin on the side of her tuxedo jacket, she had obviously won it or received it for something though I was not sure what.
As I was eating, I suddenly started choking which made me realise that there was cayenne pepper in my food, something which I was allergic to. Simon then gave me the Heimlich manoeuvre, and then I spat out my food. My father looked at me with disdain, shaking his head in the process, it was clear to see that I had rather embarrassed him. I knew at once that it was Emily who had put the pepper in my food, though I was too afraid to speak up. If it wasn't already a certainty that she did it, Emily then gave me a wink, now I was 100 percent sure it was she who put the pepper in my food. Excusing myself from the table, I went to find Emily and confront her. Eventually I found her in the catering room where I assumed I was guaranteed privacy. "You little bitch, Emily, you knew that I was allergic to pepper and you deliberately put some in my food. Now, let me return the favour." Without hesitation, I hit her with a left hook which knocked her to the ground, blood now coming from her nose. I knew her reaction had obviously been overheard when my father stormed into the room. "Chloé Michelle, you are really trying my patience tonight, now get upstairs and go to your room, now!!" Even though she cared about me very much, I could see a look of embarrassment in my mum's eyes. Helping Emily up, my father exclaimed, "Emily is it? I must give my heartfelt apologies for Chloé's actions. Chloé, get upstairs right now!" Without any hesitation, I ran up the stairs, the tears were now flowing down my face as I screamed, "I hate you dad!!" at the top of my lungs. When I got to my room, I walked in and slammed the door behind me. I struggled to take my tie off, so I left it alone. I was in deep trouble now, I knew I would be grounded for about six months if I was to hazard a guess.
I was sitting on my bed for what felt like an hour when my mum walked into the room Sitting down at the foot of my bed, she leaned over in front of me and tenderly adjusted my tie, making sure it was still tidy looking. Watching as she was adjusting my tie, I was curious as to how she learned to tie one, and I was rather surprised when she told me that her school had ties as a compulsory part of the dress code, ties were worn by the girls at all times. I was even more surprised though when she told me that her year was the first year to implement ties, something that had never been in her school uniform before.
"Chloé, I want you to listen to me and not say anything yet. This is not a lecture so keep your cool. Chloé, what you did tonight is way out of line, but you are lucky you didn't break Emily's nose. I'm well aware of the past you two have had, but that was no reason for you to assault her like that. Don't say a word, I'm probably aware she deliberately put pepper in your food, but attacking her is not the way to solve a problem. You nearly got suspended from school the last time the two of you had a fight. As much as it would have pained her to do so, aunt Michelle was on the verge of suspending you, but didn't because I intervened and managed to come to some agreement. I don't know which would have embarrassed her more, suspending her niece or suspending you as a regular student. As for your dad, I hate him too, but I'm terrified to even speak a word to him."
The evening was becoming more and more hellish in my opinion, I was stuck wearing a silly suit and tie that I did not want to wear, but I had no choice but to comply with my father's wishes. I was not sure which was worse, wearing the suit or wearing the tie, though I figured it was the tie because it felt like it was draining the air out of me as each second ticked by. The only thing I liked about the tie was the pattern, Mum had told me earlier that the colour really brought out the blue in my eyes. Ties were not something I would associate with girls, at least I never really knew any girls who did wear ties except for those in secondary schools. I couldn't believe that I was being forced to cross-dress for my father's approval, and especially to be the butt of Emily's torment and jokes. As each second passed by I was getting more and more desperate to take the tie off but if I was coming down again later I knew I couldn't. When my mother walked out of the room, I then noticed Emily slither in, she had clearly been eavesdropping and had waited for an opportunity that she would find me alone in the room.
At that moment our butler Lukas announced, "dinner is served." I watched as the caterers that my father had hired for the evening walk in with trays of food in their hands, despite the sticky situation I was in, the aroma of the food was amazing. I went to loosen my tie a little, but my father shook his head and mouthed at me to stop and leave it alone. Once again Simon went to take my hand, and when I rejected him once again, he grabbed me aggressively and marched me out of the room, he was clearly irate at me. "Chloé, what is wrong with you? Twice I have tried to hold your hands but you keep backing them away from me. I am really getting fed up with it, so let me make something perfectly clear. The day we get married is the day where your future is solely in my hands. You are the only one who is objecting to our relationship and frankly it's getting rather tiresome. Now, let's straighten your tie and return to the table." I was slightly embarrassed watching as he straightened my tie, tenderly adjusting it to his liking. I could not believe the predicament I was in, but I knew I now had to play along to impress my father. One of the caterers who my father had hired was my old school rival Emily which added to my dismay. Emily was wearing a black tuxedo with tails and white gloves, a look that I thought was rather embarrassing for a girl, but then I realised I was being quite hypocritical in that I was also dressed in menswear. She also had a pin on the side of her tuxedo jacket, she had obviously won it or received it for something though I was not sure what.
As I was eating, I suddenly started choking which made me realise that there was cayenne pepper in my food, something which I was allergic to. Simon then gave me the Heimlich manoeuvre, and then I spat out my food. My father looked at me with disdain, shaking his head in the process, it was clear to see that I had rather embarrassed him. I knew at once that it was Emily who had put the pepper in my food, though I was too afraid to speak up. If it wasn't already a certainty that she did it, Emily then gave me a wink, now I was 100 percent sure it was she who put the pepper in my food. Excusing myself from the table, I went to find Emily and confront her. Eventually I found her in the catering room where I assumed I was guaranteed privacy. "You little bitch, Emily, you knew that I was allergic to pepper and you deliberately put some in my food. Now, let me return the favour." Without hesitation, I hit her with a left hook which knocked her to the ground, blood now coming from her nose. I knew her reaction had obviously been overheard when my father stormed into the room. "Chloé Michelle, you are really trying my patience tonight, now get upstairs and go to your room, now!!" Even though she cared about me very much, I could see a look of embarrassment in my mum's eyes. Helping Emily up, my father exclaimed, "Emily is it? I must give my heartfelt apologies for Chloé's actions. Chloé, get upstairs right now!" Without any hesitation, I ran up the stairs, the tears were now flowing down my face as I screamed, "I hate you dad!!" at the top of my lungs. When I got to my room, I walked in and slammed the door behind me. I struggled to take my tie off, so I left it alone. I was in deep trouble now, I knew I would be grounded for about six months if I was to hazard a guess.
I was sitting on my bed for what felt like an hour when my mum walked into the room Sitting down at the foot of my bed, she leaned over in front of me and tenderly adjusted my tie, making sure it was still tidy looking. Watching as she was adjusting my tie, I was curious as to how she learned to tie one, and I was rather surprised when she told me that her school had ties as a compulsory part of the dress code, ties were worn by the girls at all times. I was even more surprised though when she told me that her year was the first year to implement ties, something that had never been in her school uniform before.
"Chloé, I want you to listen to me and not say anything yet. This is not a lecture so keep your cool. Chloé, what you did tonight is way out of line, but you are lucky you didn't break Emily's nose. I'm well aware of the past you two have had, but that was no reason for you to assault her like that. Don't say a word, I'm probably aware she deliberately put pepper in your food, but attacking her is not the way to solve a problem. You nearly got suspended from school the last time the two of you had a fight. As much as it would have pained her to do so, aunt Michelle was on the verge of suspending you, but didn't because I intervened and managed to come to some agreement. I don't know which would have embarrassed her more, suspending her niece or suspending you as a regular student. As for your dad, I hate him too, but I'm terrified to even speak a word to him."
The evening was becoming more and more hellish in my opinion, I was stuck wearing a silly suit and tie that I did not want to wear, but I had no choice but to comply with my father's wishes. I was not sure which was worse, wearing the suit or wearing the tie, though I figured it was the tie because it felt like it was draining the air out of me as each second ticked by. The only thing I liked about the tie was the pattern, Mum had told me earlier that the colour really brought out the blue in my eyes. Ties were not something I would associate with girls, at least I never really knew any girls who did wear ties except for those in secondary schools. I couldn't believe that I was being forced to cross-dress for my father's approval, and especially to be the butt of Emily's torment and jokes. As each second passed by I was getting more and more desperate to take the tie off but if I was coming down again later I knew I couldn't. When my mother walked out of the room, I then noticed Emily slither in, she had clearly been eavesdropping and had waited for an opportunity that she would find me alone in the room.
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Mon Dec 26, 2022 10:22 am
Any angle you guys want the confrontation between Emily and Chloé to go?
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by auroki Mon Dec 26, 2022 11:18 pm
Potential clothes ripping fight to shame the other that gets out of hand?
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Thu Dec 29, 2022 5:51 pm
Walking towards me, Emily had a look of sheer disdain in her eyes, she was obviously on a mission to make my life a living hell again, considering she had done it for the past six years while we were in school. "You little weasel Chloé. My relationship with Simon was fine and happy until you stuck your nose in. Do you know how painful it was when he and I broke up? No, I didn't think so. Well, let me return the favour." Extending out her palm, Emily then slapped me across the face, my jaw stinging from the pain. I was not going to let her win and then punched her, this was not just an argument, this was going to be a straight up brawl. Tackling her to the floor, I pinned her down and started to punch her repeatedly, I was not holding back. The blood flowing from her nose had now stained her shirt a little, but I did not care in the least. As I was brawling with her, I noticed that some of her blazer was beginning to rip, and her bow tie had already ripped in two pieces which were scattered along the floor. Overpowering me, Emily then pinned me on my back and then started to punch me in return. Our cat-fight was beginning to put tension on my blazer and then I heard it rip completely in two. There were tears in my shirt, and my tie was strewn on top of my bed. This was not a play fight, this was a real one. All that was left of my suit was my trousers and loafers, whereas Emily had her shirt and trousers left. It was clear as crystal that our argument had been overheard by everyone when I noticed them storming into the room. "Chloe!!! Emily!!!" my father roared. Immediately we both fell silent, I knew that I was in very deep trouble.
"Girls, what is the meaning of this? I expected you both to act like ladies tonight, and you couldn't put aside a silly little feud for one evening? Chloé Michelle, I am very very disappointed in you, young lady, this is twice you have made a mockery of me this evening. Emily, I hired you to cater for our dinner tonight, and this is how you repay me?" Overpowering each parent, Emily and I resumed our fight until we were both down to our bra and stockings. This was like watching a wrestling match on tv. Eventually they pulled us apart again and stood us at separate ends of the room. "Chloe, that suit cost me nearly three thousand dollars, and the tie was nearly five thousand. Emily, I shall give you one more chance the next time we have a dinner party. I won't report this squabble to your mother and your boss this time, but should it occur again, I will not be so lenient with you."
"Girls, what is the meaning of this? I expected you both to act like ladies tonight, and you couldn't put aside a silly little feud for one evening? Chloé Michelle, I am very very disappointed in you, young lady, this is twice you have made a mockery of me this evening. Emily, I hired you to cater for our dinner tonight, and this is how you repay me?" Overpowering each parent, Emily and I resumed our fight until we were both down to our bra and stockings. This was like watching a wrestling match on tv. Eventually they pulled us apart again and stood us at separate ends of the room. "Chloe, that suit cost me nearly three thousand dollars, and the tie was nearly five thousand. Emily, I shall give you one more chance the next time we have a dinner party. I won't report this squabble to your mother and your boss this time, but should it occur again, I will not be so lenient with you."
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Tue Jan 03, 2023 1:20 am
At that moment we were interrupted by the sound of two policewomen walking into the room. Even though I was against the idea of having to wear a suit and tie, the officers uniforms were rather nice. Both of them wore full police attire along with a blazer and a powder blue tie in a double Windsor knot, and their shirts buttoned up to the top, including their top button. The officer on the left was wearing a tie pin that I assumed was rather expensive. I had been given another suit, a navy suit with a red tie which my mother tied in a Four-In-Hand knot.
"We've had a report about a domestic disturbance here. An anonymous person reported it to us and we are here to rectify the situation." Without any hesitation, Emily put on a fake victim act that I knew would not fool the two policewomen, but I was horrified when one of them exclaimed, "Chloé Turner, you are under arrest for assault and domestic violence against Emily Rachel Scott. Come with us please, and don't say anything that may be used against you in a court of law." I knew immediately that it was Emily again who reported the domestic disturbance and now had gotten me arrested. Reluctantly I turned around so the officers could cuff me, and then was escorted out of my room.
When we walked outside I noticed some of the neighbours who were interested in what was going on, and a lot of them were shocked to see me handcuffed and getting into a police car. I could hear them muttering to each other and suffice to say it was nothing positive. My evening had gone from bad to worse to hell. I was being arrested as well as having to wear a ridiculous suit and tie that I did not want to wear. Simon blew me a kiss and I mouthed one back as I could not blow one with my hands being cuffed. I was beginning to see that he was not all that bad, and that maybe the marriage would be a good thing for us both.
Driving away from the house, I was cramped in the back of the car with a load of police stuff. Arriving at the prison complex, I was escorted inside where I was met by the new police commissioner, a rather austere looking woman who was wearing a navy pinstripe three piece suit suit and a tie. "Well, what do we have here? Chloé Michelle Turner, I never expected that you would end up here. The daughter of a wealthy socialite? That's a turn up for the books eh? You are a disgrace to your father, I know because I dated him twenty five years ago. If you were my daughter, I would disown you on the spot. Frost, you take her to her cell, Collins and I shall sort the rest of it out."
"We've had a report about a domestic disturbance here. An anonymous person reported it to us and we are here to rectify the situation." Without any hesitation, Emily put on a fake victim act that I knew would not fool the two policewomen, but I was horrified when one of them exclaimed, "Chloé Turner, you are under arrest for assault and domestic violence against Emily Rachel Scott. Come with us please, and don't say anything that may be used against you in a court of law." I knew immediately that it was Emily again who reported the domestic disturbance and now had gotten me arrested. Reluctantly I turned around so the officers could cuff me, and then was escorted out of my room.
When we walked outside I noticed some of the neighbours who were interested in what was going on, and a lot of them were shocked to see me handcuffed and getting into a police car. I could hear them muttering to each other and suffice to say it was nothing positive. My evening had gone from bad to worse to hell. I was being arrested as well as having to wear a ridiculous suit and tie that I did not want to wear. Simon blew me a kiss and I mouthed one back as I could not blow one with my hands being cuffed. I was beginning to see that he was not all that bad, and that maybe the marriage would be a good thing for us both.
Driving away from the house, I was cramped in the back of the car with a load of police stuff. Arriving at the prison complex, I was escorted inside where I was met by the new police commissioner, a rather austere looking woman who was wearing a navy pinstripe three piece suit suit and a tie. "Well, what do we have here? Chloé Michelle Turner, I never expected that you would end up here. The daughter of a wealthy socialite? That's a turn up for the books eh? You are a disgrace to your father, I know because I dated him twenty five years ago. If you were my daughter, I would disown you on the spot. Frost, you take her to her cell, Collins and I shall sort the rest of it out."
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Wed Jan 04, 2023 5:10 am
Walking down the corridor towards the cells with officer Frost behind me, I felt slightly intimidated, considering the fact that she was not saying a word, and especially since she was carrying a truncheon which was hanging by her left hand side. Officer Frost looked like she was an athlete of some kind in her off time, her muscular biceps were clear to see through her shirt. We were stopped outside of the cell complex by a woman standing there in a navy pinstripe skirt suit and a powder blue tie in a double Windsor knot. She had a gaze that would frighten anyone, and cut a very austere figure, she was obviously not someone to be trifled with. I was not sure what age she was, but if I were to have a guess, I would have said mid to late 40s, 50 max.
I was perplexed as to how many women I saw had seen wearing menswear in the one evening, Emily, the officers, and myself.
"Good evening to you Chloé, I am Commander Miranda Rose, the warden of this facility. My Commander title is from when I used to serve in the military so I am quite the strict disciplinarian around here. I have been recently appointed the new warden, and I do my job to the best of my abilities. You are here because you have conducted criminal activity and you now must face the penalties for your actions."
With each passing moment I wanted to get out of this suit and tie, it was so silly that I was being forced to cross-dress and be exhibited in menswear for the amusement of everyone despite the fact that there were other women here who were also wearing a suit and tie. The tie was tight around my even tighter collar that seemed to be draining my breath out of me as the seconds seemed to pass by. Despite the fact that I was also dressed the same way, I could not understand the appeal of women wearing suits and ties. Looking at the tie though, I did like the colour, that was the only positive thing I thought about it, otherwise I thought it was rather stupid that I was wearing one. The only other time I ever wore a tie was at school, and even then I disliked it, the idea of a piece of silk being suspended from our necks was laughable, though in my current predicament, there was no room for laughter of any kind. Just before we resumed walking, we were joined by a girl who was roughly my age if I was to take a guess. Commander Rose beamed with delight, which made me believe that this was her daughter. My guess was confirmed when I watched her stand next to Commander Rose. "Chloé, this is my daughter Nikki, my sole child and the apple of my eye." Nikki had long black hair with tints of blonde that she wore in a fringe, it was rather pretty looking. Keenly observing her, I could see a small scar on the left hand side of her cheeks which I assumed she was quite sensitive about. Her eyes were a hazel colour, like that of chestnuts.
I watched as Nikki turned to face her, straightening her tie, "you always look so fantastic in your suit and tie Mum." I thought that this was rather pathetic, but I was in no position to make any judgments. Nikki was wearing a black halter-neck dress that went to her knees and a pair of matching pumps that I thought looked rather glamorous, it was an attire that I would have liked to have worn at the start of the evening earlier on, but unfortunately luck was not on my side in that equation. I was forced to wear a silly suit and tie while Nikki was able to wear something more feminine. "Nikki, darling, I'm swamped with all this work, would you take over from me to escort Chloé here to her cell?" Nikki nodded, "of course I will Mum." Without any hesitation, Nikki stretched out her hand and started dragging me along by my tie. If wearing a tie was embarrassing, being dragged down a corridor by it was even more embarrassing. Something was familiar about Nikki but for a moment I couldn't think what it was, and then when it struck me, I was horrified to realise she was one of Simon's ex girlfriends and that they still kept in touch. She was the Nikki whose number was still in his phone contacts. Eventually we arrived at my cell, I knew I was in for a long ride being in a prison cell. Before she shoved me into the cell, Nikki turned me so I would be standing in front of her. With one swift flick of her wrist, Nikki had loosened my tie which made me feel relieved, though I knew it was going to only be temporary. Upturning my collar, she took the narrow end of my tie in her left hand, and the wide end in her right hand. She seemed to be tying my tie with quite skilled precision, she was obviously an expert. "We shall take your measurements later Chloé, until then you are to remain in your present attire." Looping the tie around my collar to form the tight, hard knot, it was clear that Nikki was quite skilled in tying a tie knot.
I was perplexed as to how many women I saw had seen wearing menswear in the one evening, Emily, the officers, and myself.
"Good evening to you Chloé, I am Commander Miranda Rose, the warden of this facility. My Commander title is from when I used to serve in the military so I am quite the strict disciplinarian around here. I have been recently appointed the new warden, and I do my job to the best of my abilities. You are here because you have conducted criminal activity and you now must face the penalties for your actions."
With each passing moment I wanted to get out of this suit and tie, it was so silly that I was being forced to cross-dress and be exhibited in menswear for the amusement of everyone despite the fact that there were other women here who were also wearing a suit and tie. The tie was tight around my even tighter collar that seemed to be draining my breath out of me as the seconds seemed to pass by. Despite the fact that I was also dressed the same way, I could not understand the appeal of women wearing suits and ties. Looking at the tie though, I did like the colour, that was the only positive thing I thought about it, otherwise I thought it was rather stupid that I was wearing one. The only other time I ever wore a tie was at school, and even then I disliked it, the idea of a piece of silk being suspended from our necks was laughable, though in my current predicament, there was no room for laughter of any kind. Just before we resumed walking, we were joined by a girl who was roughly my age if I was to take a guess. Commander Rose beamed with delight, which made me believe that this was her daughter. My guess was confirmed when I watched her stand next to Commander Rose. "Chloé, this is my daughter Nikki, my sole child and the apple of my eye." Nikki had long black hair with tints of blonde that she wore in a fringe, it was rather pretty looking. Keenly observing her, I could see a small scar on the left hand side of her cheeks which I assumed she was quite sensitive about. Her eyes were a hazel colour, like that of chestnuts.
I watched as Nikki turned to face her, straightening her tie, "you always look so fantastic in your suit and tie Mum." I thought that this was rather pathetic, but I was in no position to make any judgments. Nikki was wearing a black halter-neck dress that went to her knees and a pair of matching pumps that I thought looked rather glamorous, it was an attire that I would have liked to have worn at the start of the evening earlier on, but unfortunately luck was not on my side in that equation. I was forced to wear a silly suit and tie while Nikki was able to wear something more feminine. "Nikki, darling, I'm swamped with all this work, would you take over from me to escort Chloé here to her cell?" Nikki nodded, "of course I will Mum." Without any hesitation, Nikki stretched out her hand and started dragging me along by my tie. If wearing a tie was embarrassing, being dragged down a corridor by it was even more embarrassing. Something was familiar about Nikki but for a moment I couldn't think what it was, and then when it struck me, I was horrified to realise she was one of Simon's ex girlfriends and that they still kept in touch. She was the Nikki whose number was still in his phone contacts. Eventually we arrived at my cell, I knew I was in for a long ride being in a prison cell. Before she shoved me into the cell, Nikki turned me so I would be standing in front of her. With one swift flick of her wrist, Nikki had loosened my tie which made me feel relieved, though I knew it was going to only be temporary. Upturning my collar, she took the narrow end of my tie in her left hand, and the wide end in her right hand. She seemed to be tying my tie with quite skilled precision, she was obviously an expert. "We shall take your measurements later Chloé, until then you are to remain in your present attire." Looping the tie around my collar to form the tight, hard knot, it was clear that Nikki was quite skilled in tying a tie knot.
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by khzanzhun Tue Jan 10, 2023 12:56 pm
Very good story. I loved it hıpe to see more coming
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by MatthewJames7 Wed Jan 11, 2023 3:22 am
Thanks, I'm constantly trying to find new additions to my story plots, and maybe sequels to stories I've previously writtenkhzanzhun wrote:Very good story. I loved it hıpe to see more coming
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Thu Jan 12, 2023 6:19 pm
Sitting in my cell, I replayed in my head the course of events that had occurred during the evening over and over again. First came the idea of having to wear a suit and tie, the same one I was presently stuck in. After that was choking during dinner after the pepper had been 'unknowingly' put in my food by Emily, and our subsequent brawl in my room which landed me here in this cell. Despite my opposition to nearly everything he said, my father was right for once, I had highly embarrassed him in front of company. I did not know if Simon would ever speak to me again, or even worse, break off our upcoming marriage. Considering the evening's events, I was pretty sure that he would definitely break up with me, it wouldn't be good for his image if it was public knowledge that his girlfriend was a convict.
I decided to have a little nap to try and clear my head which lasted for about two hours when I was woken by Nikki standing outside my cell. Before she had a chance to speak, I looked at her up and down, her black dress was replaced by a navy pinstripe suit and a rather tight tie in a four-in-hand knot which I thought was rather amazing. She looked a million dollars in my opinion, I was against the idea of women wearing a suit and tie, but it was clear to see that she was an exception. Unlocking the door, she exclaimed, "Come with us Chloé, it's time to get your measurements for your prison attire." Standing up immediately, I was not going to keep her her waiting.
"We run things a little differently in here Chloé, instead of giving our prisoners the jumpsuits that most prisons employ, we give our prisoners a custom made prison suit and tie, though the female prisoners have a choice between trousers or a skirt. This prison is different in that it's designed to house wealthy people who have broken the law in some way. The more general public go to a different prison." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, a prison was incorporating formalwear into their operations, I thought they would be more strict than that. Nikki rambled on further about each prison block such as block C would be designated as a team under a house format like in secondary schools, and that they would each be given a special uniform and a particular coloured tie to distinguish between the different blocks. The prisoners would then take part in a bunch of various leisure activities against the other blocks and the winners would receive points for their respective houses. Each house was under the auspices of a different officer which made things rather more interesting, as well as competitive.
Arriving at the stockroom, I looked around me, it was full to the brim with suits and ties which all looked rather nice despite my reservations about wearing one myself. Before I could say anything, a rather austere looking woman with steel-rimmed glasses marched towards me, she was obviously not someone to be trifled with. Her smile disappeared when she saw me standing in front of her, clearly oblivious to what was going on. "Ah, the newest prisoner in this joint. Stand over there and shut up" she boomed so that nearly everyone in the room could hear her.
I decided to have a little nap to try and clear my head which lasted for about two hours when I was woken by Nikki standing outside my cell. Before she had a chance to speak, I looked at her up and down, her black dress was replaced by a navy pinstripe suit and a rather tight tie in a four-in-hand knot which I thought was rather amazing. She looked a million dollars in my opinion, I was against the idea of women wearing a suit and tie, but it was clear to see that she was an exception. Unlocking the door, she exclaimed, "Come with us Chloé, it's time to get your measurements for your prison attire." Standing up immediately, I was not going to keep her her waiting.
"We run things a little differently in here Chloé, instead of giving our prisoners the jumpsuits that most prisons employ, we give our prisoners a custom made prison suit and tie, though the female prisoners have a choice between trousers or a skirt. This prison is different in that it's designed to house wealthy people who have broken the law in some way. The more general public go to a different prison." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, a prison was incorporating formalwear into their operations, I thought they would be more strict than that. Nikki rambled on further about each prison block such as block C would be designated as a team under a house format like in secondary schools, and that they would each be given a special uniform and a particular coloured tie to distinguish between the different blocks. The prisoners would then take part in a bunch of various leisure activities against the other blocks and the winners would receive points for their respective houses. Each house was under the auspices of a different officer which made things rather more interesting, as well as competitive.
Arriving at the stockroom, I looked around me, it was full to the brim with suits and ties which all looked rather nice despite my reservations about wearing one myself. Before I could say anything, a rather austere looking woman with steel-rimmed glasses marched towards me, she was obviously not someone to be trifled with. Her smile disappeared when she saw me standing in front of her, clearly oblivious to what was going on. "Ah, the newest prisoner in this joint. Stand over there and shut up" she boomed so that nearly everyone in the room could hear her.
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Tue Jan 17, 2023 5:07 am
Without hesitation, I walked over to where she pointed, making sure to keep my mouth shut at the same time so as not to raise her ire further. Within the space of about ninety seconds, she had gathered everything that I needed. She handed me a navy suit, a white shirt, a powder blue tie, a skirt, trousers, and a blazer. When I had finished, Nikki exclaimed, "I'm to take you to the dressing room so you can get changed." Gulping slightly, I was rather anxious at how my time was going to be spent in prison, I had heard rumours about it over the years, but now I was getting a firsthand experience. She frogmarched me down a corridor and into the dressing room which was vacant, and hung up a do not disturb sign.
"You are the last person to put on your new prison attire, as well as being sorted into your block's house team. Seeing as you are a rather special prisoner, I shall dress you myself. Now take off your clothes and sit quietly." Reluctantly, but with no other choice, I obeyed and stripped down to my bra and underwear. Picking up the shirt from the clothes pile, Nikki stood behind me, "right, arms in." Putting my arms in, I could not believe the situation I was currently faced with. She then walked around to face me and started buttoning my shirt, making sure to close my top button. "If you're ever going to wear a tie, you have to make sure your shirt is properly fitted and the top button closed, otherwise it just looks like a lazy effort." Next up was the tie, the piece of clothing that I felt had instigated my evening from hell. "A nice tight collar makes a tie look so much more smart." Of the entire outfit, the tie was the one that I was most concerned about wearing because it just wasn't a feminine piece of clothing. My relief at not having to wear a tie was going to be rather short, if not non-existent. She then handed me the slacks so I could put them on myself.
Clearly not in any hurry, Nikki paced back and forth contemplating something, though I could not guess what it was. Eventually, she stopped pacing and stood in front of me again. "I was just contemplating what knot I should do for your tie. Hmm, I think a half-Windsor knot will do." There was a gleam in her eyes that I had never seen before, something was not right, fishy to be honest. "You know, Chloé, I love ties, they're just the most magnificent thing ever created, whoever did invent them was a genius. From the first moment I wore one, I fell in love with them. I have a tie fetish, and it makes me feel rather aroused when I see people wearing them." While she was tying my tie, Nikki rambled on further about ties which made me feel like I was slowly losing my mind. Pushing my now tied tie up to my collar, the feeling of the tight collar almost slowly draining the air out of me, Nikki exclaimed, "et voilà, now, for the blazer." This was the most embarrassing thing ever, I was being dressed by somebody else despite the fact I was a fully grown young woman who was more than capable of dressing myself when the situation called for it
"You are the last person to put on your new prison attire, as well as being sorted into your block's house team. Seeing as you are a rather special prisoner, I shall dress you myself. Now take off your clothes and sit quietly." Reluctantly, but with no other choice, I obeyed and stripped down to my bra and underwear. Picking up the shirt from the clothes pile, Nikki stood behind me, "right, arms in." Putting my arms in, I could not believe the situation I was currently faced with. She then walked around to face me and started buttoning my shirt, making sure to close my top button. "If you're ever going to wear a tie, you have to make sure your shirt is properly fitted and the top button closed, otherwise it just looks like a lazy effort." Next up was the tie, the piece of clothing that I felt had instigated my evening from hell. "A nice tight collar makes a tie look so much more smart." Of the entire outfit, the tie was the one that I was most concerned about wearing because it just wasn't a feminine piece of clothing. My relief at not having to wear a tie was going to be rather short, if not non-existent. She then handed me the slacks so I could put them on myself.
Clearly not in any hurry, Nikki paced back and forth contemplating something, though I could not guess what it was. Eventually, she stopped pacing and stood in front of me again. "I was just contemplating what knot I should do for your tie. Hmm, I think a half-Windsor knot will do." There was a gleam in her eyes that I had never seen before, something was not right, fishy to be honest. "You know, Chloé, I love ties, they're just the most magnificent thing ever created, whoever did invent them was a genius. From the first moment I wore one, I fell in love with them. I have a tie fetish, and it makes me feel rather aroused when I see people wearing them." While she was tying my tie, Nikki rambled on further about ties which made me feel like I was slowly losing my mind. Pushing my now tied tie up to my collar, the feeling of the tight collar almost slowly draining the air out of me, Nikki exclaimed, "et voilà, now, for the blazer." This was the most embarrassing thing ever, I was being dressed by somebody else despite the fact I was a fully grown young woman who was more than capable of dressing myself when the situation called for it
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by N00144119 Tue Jan 17, 2023 6:41 am
I really like this story, detailing the clothes, the discomfort, the punishments, the different items she has to wear make the story much more interesting.
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Tue Jan 17, 2023 9:03 am
Thank you for your praise, it really means a lot. The clothes detailing I used from my previous story so it was handy to incorporate it into this one too.N00144119 wrote:I really like this story, detailing the clothes, the discomfort, the punishments, the different items she has to wear make the story much more interesting.
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Thu Jan 19, 2023 3:00 am
Sitting on my chair, I couldn't believe the predicament I was in. Me, a girl of 20 who was sitting in jail when I should have been trying to organise and finalise the last few details about my upcoming arranged marriage to Simon. No matter how little or how long I spent in jail, I knew it would be on my permanent record, something that would cause significant harm to any future job opportunities that might come my way. Nobody would want to hire someone who had been in jail for any position.
Without any second thoughts, Nikki pulled me up off the chair, "it's time to get cracking, you aren't allowed to sit down feeling sorry for yourself, time to meet your fellow housemates." The one comforting thing about the suit and tie was that I figured some of the other girls that were there with me would also be dressed in the same attire, and that I wouldn't be the only one wearing a tie. Walking down a corridor that seemed to span for miles on end, I was getting more and more anxious as time went by, but I knew that I had to comply with the rules despite how silly they might have seemed. Eventually we walked into a vast room that looked like someone's living room, and had every commodity that we might have wanted. "This, Chloé, is your house's common room. During the daytime when you are not partaking in the leisure activities you are permitted to relax here, but you will all be asked to have your dinner with your housemates at 9pm sharp, you shall be properly dressed at all times, that means a tight tie, a tight collar with your top buttons closed, and a blazer. You shall be courteous to everyone at all times, as well as waiting for everyone else to finish their dinners before you will be accompanied by a member of staff back to your cell."
Something strange piqued my interest, and looking over in the corner of the room, I spotted what looked like a throne. Something was not right, why would a throne be in a prison? Before I eve had a chance to contemplate further, I watched as a girl, who looked rather excited, walk over to me. "Chloé, this is Samantha, she'll be your mentor here until you get the hang of things." With each passing moment I was feeling more and more nauseous, I couldn't believe that I had to have someone tell me what to do the whole time, if I wanted being bossed around, I'd have gone home to my tyrannical father.
"You must be Chloé, I'm Samantha, I'll be your mentor here. I'm in here for ripping a guy off last week, two months sentence as it is my first offence. Welcome to Cerulean House, C House for short. Any questions?" Looking at the throne once again, I exclaimed, "what's with the throne over there?" Chuckling slightly, Samantha replied, "I figured that would be your first question. The throne is for the queen of the games here. At the end of every week there are mandatory leisure activities, different to the voluntary ones, and the person who wins the most of the games and scores the highest amount of points becomes king or queen of the games for a week. I am the current queen of the week so I get custody of the throne."
Ferrying me around, Samantha introduced me to my fellow housemates who were serving time for various crimes. Many of them were girls, but there were a few guys too. I was rather astonished when I asked some of the girls what they thought of wearing a tie and they replied that they loved it. This was not the answer I was expecting by any means, I would have presumed they hated it and believed that ties were only for the males. There was one girl, who was roughly my age, sitting in one of the corners of the room, though she did not look the friendly type. "Ah, that's Andrea, she doesn't really like people that much. We've tried getting her to volunteer for some of the activities but she just rejects us, so we gave up trying." Upon hearing her name, Andrea looked up from what she was doing and gazed at me with a sinister look on her face. I knew I was in for it when I saw her walking towards me, the same sinister smile on her face, a look that would scare even the hardiest of people.
"You must be Chloé, we've heard a lot about you here, seems you were a bit of a naughty girl and you ended up assaulting someone at one of your fancy dinner parties. Get with the times sweetie, news travels fast in this joint. Let me just make one thing clear to you Chloé, I am not a girl to be trifled with, so if you trifle with me, I will make your time in here a living hell." Playfully straightening my tie, Andrea then turned on her heel with an eerie laugh and walked back over to where she was sitting. From the way she spoke to me, the feelings of fear and intimidation were the first thoughts that came to mind.
Without any second thoughts, Nikki pulled me up off the chair, "it's time to get cracking, you aren't allowed to sit down feeling sorry for yourself, time to meet your fellow housemates." The one comforting thing about the suit and tie was that I figured some of the other girls that were there with me would also be dressed in the same attire, and that I wouldn't be the only one wearing a tie. Walking down a corridor that seemed to span for miles on end, I was getting more and more anxious as time went by, but I knew that I had to comply with the rules despite how silly they might have seemed. Eventually we walked into a vast room that looked like someone's living room, and had every commodity that we might have wanted. "This, Chloé, is your house's common room. During the daytime when you are not partaking in the leisure activities you are permitted to relax here, but you will all be asked to have your dinner with your housemates at 9pm sharp, you shall be properly dressed at all times, that means a tight tie, a tight collar with your top buttons closed, and a blazer. You shall be courteous to everyone at all times, as well as waiting for everyone else to finish their dinners before you will be accompanied by a member of staff back to your cell."
Something strange piqued my interest, and looking over in the corner of the room, I spotted what looked like a throne. Something was not right, why would a throne be in a prison? Before I eve had a chance to contemplate further, I watched as a girl, who looked rather excited, walk over to me. "Chloé, this is Samantha, she'll be your mentor here until you get the hang of things." With each passing moment I was feeling more and more nauseous, I couldn't believe that I had to have someone tell me what to do the whole time, if I wanted being bossed around, I'd have gone home to my tyrannical father.
"You must be Chloé, I'm Samantha, I'll be your mentor here. I'm in here for ripping a guy off last week, two months sentence as it is my first offence. Welcome to Cerulean House, C House for short. Any questions?" Looking at the throne once again, I exclaimed, "what's with the throne over there?" Chuckling slightly, Samantha replied, "I figured that would be your first question. The throne is for the queen of the games here. At the end of every week there are mandatory leisure activities, different to the voluntary ones, and the person who wins the most of the games and scores the highest amount of points becomes king or queen of the games for a week. I am the current queen of the week so I get custody of the throne."
Ferrying me around, Samantha introduced me to my fellow housemates who were serving time for various crimes. Many of them were girls, but there were a few guys too. I was rather astonished when I asked some of the girls what they thought of wearing a tie and they replied that they loved it. This was not the answer I was expecting by any means, I would have presumed they hated it and believed that ties were only for the males. There was one girl, who was roughly my age, sitting in one of the corners of the room, though she did not look the friendly type. "Ah, that's Andrea, she doesn't really like people that much. We've tried getting her to volunteer for some of the activities but she just rejects us, so we gave up trying." Upon hearing her name, Andrea looked up from what she was doing and gazed at me with a sinister look on her face. I knew I was in for it when I saw her walking towards me, the same sinister smile on her face, a look that would scare even the hardiest of people.
"You must be Chloé, we've heard a lot about you here, seems you were a bit of a naughty girl and you ended up assaulting someone at one of your fancy dinner parties. Get with the times sweetie, news travels fast in this joint. Let me just make one thing clear to you Chloé, I am not a girl to be trifled with, so if you trifle with me, I will make your time in here a living hell." Playfully straightening my tie, Andrea then turned on her heel with an eerie laugh and walked back over to where she was sitting. From the way she spoke to me, the feelings of fear and intimidation were the first thoughts that came to mind.
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Sat Jan 21, 2023 4:10 am
With each passing moment I was getting more and more depressed, I was in jail on assault charges, I was supposed to be getting married soon, and to top it off, I was wearing this ridiculous suit and tie in said jail. Looking down at my tie, I could not fathom why people walked around with a piece of silk wrapped around their shirt collars as if it were some kind of medal. The idea of me wearing a suit and tie was silly, I was so used to wearing one of the many dresses that my mum had bought me over the years, something of which I was extremely grateful. Now I had to parade around somewhere I never thought I'd be whilst wearing this silly suit and tie like a cross-dresser. If my tyrannical father had not made me wear a suit and tie to the dinner party the other night, none of these unfortunate events would have ever occurred and that they would just be a figment of my imagination.
Sitting down in a chair, I sighed, this was not the start of my twenties that I had hoped for one bit. I knew if word leaked out that I was in jail, there would be a lot of coverage in the newspapers about it with titles such as, 'socialite daughter in the big house', or 'dinner party turns into dinner disaster for Chloé Turner', among countless others. Before I had a chance to take off my blazer, I spotted Nikki looking at me and shaking her finger to say no. She marched over to me like a stormtrooper and grabbed me by my tie, almost taking the air out of me even quicker than the shirt's tight collar was doing already. "Oh no you don't Chloé, inmates are to be fully dressed at all times including the blazer, but especially the tie, they are the focal point of a suit." It was so embarrassing watching her tenderly adjust my tie, I looked around the room to gauge people's reactions, but nobody other than Andrea seemed to notice. She was clearly revelling watching while Nikki was embarrassing me by dressing me in front of everyone despite their taking no notice of it.
Sitting down in a chair, I sighed, this was not the start of my twenties that I had hoped for one bit. I knew if word leaked out that I was in jail, there would be a lot of coverage in the newspapers about it with titles such as, 'socialite daughter in the big house', or 'dinner party turns into dinner disaster for Chloé Turner', among countless others. Before I had a chance to take off my blazer, I spotted Nikki looking at me and shaking her finger to say no. She marched over to me like a stormtrooper and grabbed me by my tie, almost taking the air out of me even quicker than the shirt's tight collar was doing already. "Oh no you don't Chloé, inmates are to be fully dressed at all times including the blazer, but especially the tie, they are the focal point of a suit." It was so embarrassing watching her tenderly adjust my tie, I looked around the room to gauge people's reactions, but nobody other than Andrea seemed to notice. She was clearly revelling watching while Nikki was embarrassing me by dressing me in front of everyone despite their taking no notice of it.
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Mon Jan 23, 2023 3:39 pm
A couple of days later I was reclining in one of the chairs when I spotted Nikki walking into the room with a clipboard in her left hand. "Everyone on your feet now, and that also includes you Andrea" she barked, her voice almost reverberating around the room as if it was spoken through a megaphone. Standing up without any hesitation, I kept my mouth shut for fear of Nikki berating and embarrassing me further after what she did the other day with dressing me in front of everyone in our common room.
"I've come here to tell you all that the weekly games are beginning and that you are all required to take part. It's been decided that from now on, participation is mandatory in these events. Unless the events require different clothing, you shall all appear in your suits and ties at all times." Nikki was about to say something further when someone burst into the room in hysterics, something was clearly wrong but we did not know what. "Nikki, you better come with me, there's something you need to see, and I am not joking with you, you need to see this. Chloé, you had better come with us." I was slightly scared of what was going on but I had no choice. Following them out of the room, we walked in the direction of my cell, this was getting more and more scary as each minute passed by. Stopping at my cell, I was horrified when we found my cellmate was lying on the bed and not moving. Placing a hand on her cheek, I flinched when I noticed it was stone cold, and that something was oozing from her mouth.
Nikki was quite the skilled forensic analyst from what I had been told, and I noticed this when she crouched down to look at my cellmate further. "Poison, she has clearly poisoned herself. Elise was two weeks away from her trial. We'll have to look at the camera footage to be absolutely certain and then we'll have to do a post mortem. As of this moment the weekly games are cancelled for this week. We shall make an announcement to the entire inmate population in a few hours. Chloé, in the meantime please return to your common room and share the news with your housemates only."
"I've come here to tell you all that the weekly games are beginning and that you are all required to take part. It's been decided that from now on, participation is mandatory in these events. Unless the events require different clothing, you shall all appear in your suits and ties at all times." Nikki was about to say something further when someone burst into the room in hysterics, something was clearly wrong but we did not know what. "Nikki, you better come with me, there's something you need to see, and I am not joking with you, you need to see this. Chloé, you had better come with us." I was slightly scared of what was going on but I had no choice. Following them out of the room, we walked in the direction of my cell, this was getting more and more scary as each minute passed by. Stopping at my cell, I was horrified when we found my cellmate was lying on the bed and not moving. Placing a hand on her cheek, I flinched when I noticed it was stone cold, and that something was oozing from her mouth.
Nikki was quite the skilled forensic analyst from what I had been told, and I noticed this when she crouched down to look at my cellmate further. "Poison, she has clearly poisoned herself. Elise was two weeks away from her trial. We'll have to look at the camera footage to be absolutely certain and then we'll have to do a post mortem. As of this moment the weekly games are cancelled for this week. We shall make an announcement to the entire inmate population in a few hours. Chloé, in the meantime please return to your common room and share the news with your housemates only."
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Re: The Arranged Marriage
by MatthewJames7 Tue Jan 31, 2023 12:54 pm
Later that evening I was sitting in my cell contemplating about how I had managed to ruin any chance of a decent future for myself in one short evening, I was in jail at just twenty years old, I nobody would ever want to hire me or have me enrolled as a postgraduate student, I had sullied my reputation, as well as my family's just for the sake of a silly fight with Emily. Just as I was about to call it a day and nod off to sleep, I was awoken by a rapping sound on my cell.
"Chloé, wake up. You've been pardoned by my mother for what happened, and your time in here shall be stricken from our records so that nobody will see it on a file. Your mother sent us the camera footage from the fight and it seems that Emily instigated it and provoked you into attacking her in the hopes that you would be arrested for assaulting her. This of course has also been shared with the general public so they know everything, and your reputation is safe. You shall be able to be hired or enrol as a postgraduate student whenever the opportunity may arise. Say your goodbyes to your housemates and we'll be on our way." Though I was glad to be released, my gladness would swiftly come tumbling down to earth, I felt there was something wrong but I couldn't figure out what it would be. I was given back the suit I had worn from the night when I was arrested, and then followed Nikki outside where my mum was waiting for me with a broad smile on her face, she was so happy to see her baby again, and I felt so happy to see her too. Naturally my father did not come with her, this came as no surprise to me.
Without saying a word, my mum handed me a letter whilst wiping a tear from her left eye, something was wrong, I could sense it. Opening the letter, I read it slowly, 'To my darling Chloé, I say this with a heavy heart, but I've been asked to call off our wedding. It seems that forces over which I have no control insist that I break it off with you because they are opposed to the fact their future daughter-in-law was in jail and that they did not want me to be mixing with what they call 'your sort', i.e. a criminal. It pains me to have to do, I was falling deeper in love with you as each day passed by, and I knew I wanted to be with you, but I'm sorry to have to end our relationship. I will miss you, yours sincerely, Simon.'
"Chloé, wake up. You've been pardoned by my mother for what happened, and your time in here shall be stricken from our records so that nobody will see it on a file. Your mother sent us the camera footage from the fight and it seems that Emily instigated it and provoked you into attacking her in the hopes that you would be arrested for assaulting her. This of course has also been shared with the general public so they know everything, and your reputation is safe. You shall be able to be hired or enrol as a postgraduate student whenever the opportunity may arise. Say your goodbyes to your housemates and we'll be on our way." Though I was glad to be released, my gladness would swiftly come tumbling down to earth, I felt there was something wrong but I couldn't figure out what it would be. I was given back the suit I had worn from the night when I was arrested, and then followed Nikki outside where my mum was waiting for me with a broad smile on her face, she was so happy to see her baby again, and I felt so happy to see her too. Naturally my father did not come with her, this came as no surprise to me.
Without saying a word, my mum handed me a letter whilst wiping a tear from her left eye, something was wrong, I could sense it. Opening the letter, I read it slowly, 'To my darling Chloé, I say this with a heavy heart, but I've been asked to call off our wedding. It seems that forces over which I have no control insist that I break it off with you because they are opposed to the fact their future daughter-in-law was in jail and that they did not want me to be mixing with what they call 'your sort', i.e. a criminal. It pains me to have to do, I was falling deeper in love with you as each day passed by, and I knew I wanted to be with you, but I'm sorry to have to end our relationship. I will miss you, yours sincerely, Simon.'
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